Soon the hands will show the heaven's hour

So keep it for you and family... and friends

It won't be sky-lied

It's the knowledge season but who will be your face today?

A wolf, a hunter, a swallow or the gravity that pull you to the floor

Remember that we all are

Sons of earth & sky, Sons of cosmos & stars

It's been pretty simple so far

But knock knock knock knock on wood

strip the comfort, slip out of time

Take a break and read your book

For this year try to second guessing

It's so confused...but freak, glad

And universe-tied

Remember that we all are

Sons of earth & sky, Sons of cosmos & stars

(the balls are private affair)